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7 Life Virtues Reading Taught Me.

The silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of the silence. It was my own silence.”, says Sylvia Plath in the first book I am ever reading in my life. I am 13 and can relate to her in a way no 13-year-old should be able to. I sip my chai and smirk. You beautifully, beautifully tragic woman I think to myself. And just like that, it is on a Wednesday in the summer that I become a reader.

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Mess.

When you heal, you create. You write what hurts. You paint wounds no one can see. You play a sad melody. You dance to a rhythmic heartbreak. You sing someone else’s agony. You narrate tales of longing and belonging. You plant vulnerabilities. You sketch character flaws. When you heal, you create. And sometimes the only thing you create is a mess.

“If you can’t be illogically good, uncomfortably good, if you can’t be loyal when no one is looking…what’s the point?” | My Thoughts on A Year of Wednesdays by Sonia Bahl

Every now and then, you pick up a book that is outside your reading comfort zone. For me, it was A Year of Wednesdays by Sonia Bahl. I’ll admit that I am not particularly a fan of contemporary Indian writers because somehow they can’t seem to think of anything outside the circle of love. But amidst my pre-established bias and impulsive decisions, I decided to give this book a shot.

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